I was twenty years old when I became a Christian at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. And, boy, was I a broken mess. Sometime during that first year after coming to know Jesus, even I could recognize the struggle within. Actually, there were many struggles within.

I had been a Christian for over ten years before I really began to get grounded in the bible—God’s words of life and truth. And it happened as I was coming out of a season of postpartum depression. It had seemed so dark for so long.